Hencefofe I doesn't say noffin more;" and the negro held strict silence for a considerable time.
Lieutenant Canfield and Miss Prescott conversed an hour or so longer, in tones so low that they were but a mere murmur to the Huron, and then as the forest grew more tangled and gloomy, their words became fewer in number, until the conversation gradually ceased altogether.
The party were walking thus silently, when they reached a portion of the wood where, for a short distance, it was perfectly open, as if it had been totally swept over by a tornado.

In this they were about entering, when, brought in relief against the moon-lit sky beyond, the form of an Indian was seen standing as motionless as a statue.

At first sight, the form appeared gigantic in its proportions, but a second glance showed that instead of being a man it was a mere boy.

He stood in the attitude of listening, as if he had just caught the sound of the approaching company.
The Huron, disdaining to draw his rifle upon such a foe, halted and looked steadily at him, while those in the rear, who had all discovered the savage, did the same, the negro's teeth chattering like a dice-box, as he fully believed him to be the advance-guard of an overwhelming force.

The boy standing thus a moment, sprung with the quickness of lightning to the cover of the trees.